The time with my sister was certainly an eye-opener for me. I hadn’t thought that lesbian sex could be so pleasurable, and had always been a cock girl at heart. But licking my sister out and tribbing with her when the boys were at college had a certain appeal to it. We certainly made the most of our time together.
But at last, it was time for my sister Emily to go home, back to her refurbished house. In one sense it was a shame but in the other, it meant that I would have unprecedented access to two wonderful cocks, and our double trouble Wednesdays may even be extended to a Saturday as well.
On her last night with us, I let Emily have the master bedroom along with Tom and James, all to herself. I knew she would be desperate for the fuck of a lifetime before she went home to that cold house. I knew though, that it wouldn’t take her long to find a lover, and maybe she’d hook up with that woman she was having an affair with before her last relationship came crashing down. I had an idea though that Emily would seek out a couple of younger lads, maybe twins, just to help her remember her time with us. We shall have to wait and see on that count.
I could hear her fuck the living daylights out of my sons with her screams and I was a little jealous listening to her from the spare bedroom. The following morning, a dishevelled Emily walked into my bedroom and plonked herself down on the bed next to me.
“I’m fucked,” she said.
I smiled, rolled between her thighs, and pushed them apart.
“Not yet your not. I’m sure you have one more orgasm left inside you,” I replied letting the tip of my tongue slide over her well-used pussy lips. It didn’t take long before her hypersensitive clit gave me what I wanted. She climaxed in no time at all and I felt powerful bringing her off after my sons had had their wicked way with her holes. Of course, she returned the favour and I milked the pleasure for as long as I could. I wouldn’t be getting this anytime soon.
I watched Emily walk off to the shower room and took my time to reflect on our recent time together. All that teasing she put me through as a teenager? And here we were, much later in life, licking each other to wonderful orgasms. It didn’t feel dirty or incestuous, it just felt normal. It was as if we were meant to do that to each other. Her sexy body urging me on, and mine urging her on. Of course, the twins helped too. It must have been such a wonderful experience for them to see two women together and then join in the fun.
All three of us escorted Emily to the waiting taxi. First Tom and then James gave her a more than lingering kiss goodbye. Then it was my turn.
“You take good care of those two, you understand me?”
I did indeed. She then turned to the boys watching us hug each other.
“And you two, make sure your mother never wants for anything. Got it!”
They both nodded and I think they got the gist of her meaning. We kissed briefly on the lips and hugged each other before she climbed into the taxi. Seeing her off was a sad moment, but we knew there would be more times like the ones we had just shared. I couldn’t see Emily ever becoming celibate anytime soon.
That evening I climbed into bed on my own. The boys were out late at a friend's house which meant that our family life was getting back to normal. As normal as it could be. The only time I felt ashamed of what we did was when I met other mothers at the college or during gatherings involving our sons. I don’t know why? I used to think of how they would treat me if they found out and then I’d get in the car, wait for my boys to climb in, have a normal conversation before driving off, and then as soon as no one could hear, the conversation would get dirty and all those thoughts would be gone from my head.
Getting caught was my only fear.
I ended up changing jobs. Taking a lower paid job as a secretary to have more time at home and more time for fucking. It was the best move I had ever made and I was down to a four-day week. I used the time wisely, to shop for new lingerie, not that it got much use, and a new dress to wear to the works Christmas party that I had been invited to.
I had only been working at the place for a few weeks and didn’t know anyone except my immediate boss and a few work colleagues. When asked who I would bring along to the party, I naturally looked concerned but didn’t want to tell them that I was single and had no one special to bring along. I told them I’d think of something.
And I did.
The idea followed a conversation I had with the boys. We were in bed, and I had cuddled up to Tom while James was in the bathroom. I told him I had a dilemma but couldn’t help my hand reaching around his torso to grab a hold of his cock. He thought I wanted sex again and so his cock hardened rapidly. He turned around with an evil smile on his face and it was all I could do to calm him down.
James returned from the bathroom to see us kissing. Jumping on the bed behind me he quickly shoved his cock into my buttocks and put his hand on my tit. I told both of them to hang on and that I had something serious to discuss with them.
I related my dilemma about the works Christmas party.
“Tom can go, if he would like to,” offered James. It was a kind thing for him to say because I knew both of them would have loved to accompany me. Especially as they looked and were twenty years younger, but I could see Tom pondering the question, slowly coming to a deeper understanding of what I was saying.
“Take both of us,” he said.
“What?” I questioned.
“Take both of us. We’re twins right. If we dressed in exactly the same clothes, then one of us could be fucking you somewhere, while the other mingled amongst the guests and we could take it in turns.”
“That’s a fucking stupid idea,” I retorted. But it wasn’t – was it?
When the time came for the Christmas party, I found myself riding in a taxi with two identically dressed young men. At eight that evening, the naughty slut of a woman called Sandra climbed out of the taxi with James and turning to Tom asked him to wait outside the building for a short while.
I escorted James inside and having introduced him to several people, a beer, and some buffet food, we spent the next thirty minutes wandering around the party looking like we belonged there. We were lucky in one respect that no one knew that we were related. He just looked like a toyboy that this slutty woman had picked up from ‘Escorts R Us.’ The party was getting in full swing by eight-thirty. Both James and myself was talking with my boss and I excused myself from their conversation. It was a sign to James to make himself scarce as soon as I left.
I found my heart thumping like it was about to escape from my chest. I wandered towards the lift and escaped through the front door. Tom practically ran towards me. It was a cold evening and I could see that he was freezing. I informed him of what type of beer James had been drinking and who he had most recently spoken with.
I escorted him inside and towards the party. I was on tenterhooks. All of this was a bad idea and all I could think of was what kind of excuses I would come up with if someone were to recognise that my partner was different. I couldn’t look anyone I had previously spoken to in the eye. We made our way to the buffet bar and Tom grabbed a beer. We eventually ended up close to the room from which the music was escaping.
“Plan A,” I said to Tom.
“Go for it, mom – Sandra,” he corrected.
“See you in fifty minutes,” I responded.
Both the boys had worked everything out in their heads while lying awake at night. Every minute and every action like I was a spy and this was a kind of Mission Impossible movie and we were the good guys.
I didn’t feel like a good guy, I felt like I was about to lose my job. It was just that the thrill of what I was about to do was driving me mad with lust and desire. It would be the naughtiest thing that I had ever done in my life, except fucking my sister or fucking my sons. I was thinking with my cunt and at that moment it was doing quite a bit of thinking on my behalf.
I left Tom and wandered to the loos in search of a cubicle that was in the unisex section of the toilets with a disabled sign on it. I saw that it was shut and I rattled my fingertips across the door. Another made-up sign from James to indicate it was me on the outside.
I felt extremely nervous when the door opened. I was glad to see that it was James on the inside and not someone in a wheelchair taking a piss. He pulled me inside. I turned around and couldn’t wait to feel his lips on mine. We practically crashed our mouths together in our heightened state of sexual need. His hands came upon my breasts and I pushed them towards him, my hand reached down to his extending cock that slithered under his trousers. I squeezed hard on it, only making it worse. We fumbled with the belt, buttons, and zip, and as soon as they were out of the way my hand dived into his pants and pulled a sizeable cock out. I pulled on it. Taking my son's cock in hand, I jerked it off knowing that we wouldn’t stop at just a hand-job.
I sank to my knees and I must say how incredible it was to swallow his cock in that toilet. I sucked greedily on it and with my son's hand on my hair, I knew he was about to blow his load down his mother’s throat. I wanted it so badly and I wasn’t disappointed. I felt his hand press on the back of my head and within seconds he gushed down my greedy throat. I swallowed every last drop, groping his balls and pulling on them while he unloaded his cream into his mother’s mouth.
